North Hollywood

Perfect. Generally quite rough but when he slides his summery hands down the shore he leaves the pebbles tingling. I pull myself through him slowly and close my eyes at immersion. The sensation is sweet and tugging. The wetness lingers before draining between my toes and dampening the cotton of my dress and something not quite like a laugh pulls at my ribs. Beautiful and amazing, the wave wakes himself, becomes aware and self conscience then pulls into himself and his greens gently hints shades of brown. And when he comes, he comes in rushes, the foamy white of him streaming between my legs. my body shudders in the wind and I am reminded. I think to myself, how odd, he calls amidst the sea.